We Heard November Rain

Ghita Marino · 01-02-2011, 02:57 PM

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Ghita never did have it easy with her wandering spirit - it could grow to almost consume her at the worst points. And because of that, the fae unfortunately didn't make some of the deeper connections that Savina and Ehno had made in their youth. It didn't mean that Ghita didn't love her siblings and mother as much, but only that she hadn't been around enough to form the bonds that went above and beyond family. Of course, that was too late for her and Amata Marino, but Ghita tried to take solace in that Amata knew that Ghita loved her - it just wasn't her style to show it. Even now, as she had grown closer to Savina than ever before, being affectionate physically wasn't on the top of her list of priorities - even with Jazper. But of course, with any good rule, it was meant to be broken, and this showed now as Ghita tolerated - and even sought out - physical contact with her sister.

Letting her bell-like laugh reverberate around the room, the timber fae knew that her mate was guilty as charged - the ambitious male was quite the family man, and when these two traits were combined, there didn't seem to be enough room left over for common sense. Even though she knew that Jazper wouldn't seek out danger - it wasn't his style - she still worried that trouble would find him, and leave Ghita with five children to raise on her own. "Mi piacerebbe pensare che conosce abbastanza per tenersi fuori dai guai - noi gli darò un inferno troppo al suo ritorno!" Affectionately thinking back to the time that Jazper first asked Ghita to be his mate, Savina's anger at the perceived situation couldn't help but surface - but of course was pacified after the mateship was accepted. Ghita and Jazper hadn't been trying for pups, mateship wasn't even on the mind, but their drunken night had blossomed into almost a perfect mateship, save for the rocky start.

As Savina mulled over the at time tumultuous luck of the Marinos, Ghita focused her mind onto the pups that were scampering on the bed. Tony had begun to latch onto her tail, and so she twitched the muscle from time to time, not minding the pain that lanced through occasionally, due to needle-like puppy teeth. As long as her burly son was out of trouble, she didn't mind - and her tail was well away from the edge of the bed, preventing a tumble. Lorenzo pressed his cold nose into the crook of her knee from where he sat on her lap, tired mismatched eyes seeking shelter for his prolonged nap. And of course, her bi-coloured daughter was focused intently on the ebony aunt, intelligent turquoise eyes blinking up at Savina with a gaze that could be seen in Ghita just as much. "Fia, si comportano ..." She warned with a light tone, but raising an eyebrow all the same. Glancing back at her mother, the child in question gave a toothy smile, looking a bit too innocent before Savina caught her attention once more.

Nodding sagely, Ghita could relate with her previous litter, Aro and Sophia, as they had struck out into the world on their own already. "Conosco la sensibilità." Ghita murmured, thinking back to her tuxedoed son which caused her anguish. Striking out into the large space of Nova Scotia barely as an adult caused her worry - even though secretly, she was proud of him. Still, she didn't know where he was or how he fared - she could only hope that the large, sometime cruel world was treating her son with the kindness she knew it could hold. "Mi preoccupo per Aro, Savi. Egli non ha mandato a dire da quando i cuccioli erano nati." Letting her sister know her son's situation felt like a weight was beginning to lift - at least she didn't have to suffer in silence any more.

Smiling at her sister's interaction with Fia, she let a slender finger stroke Lorenzo's pelt as his small chest rose and fell in slumber. Tony had since grown tired of playing with her tail, and was beginning to show signs of needing his fix of mischief, approaching his sister from behind until he pounced, letting the two tumble around on the soft pelts. The smile faded after Savina hinted at Amata's whereabouts, another kin of hers that was missing in action. Especially at Savina's accusatory sentence, mentioning the wanderlust, her ears fell, wishing all the best for her ivory niece. "Sarà bene - lei è gentile, ma forte." Unable to help giving a guilty look to her older sister, their interaction was halted only by Tony running from his sister, right into Savina's knee, tumbling into her lap.

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